#malianet

“You're not as untouchable as you think, Malia.” Stephanie Jones, a girl from a few of her classes came up and spoke to her. Malia never really had a conversation with her before, she had nothing to offer Malia as a friend. “Excuse me?” “That little stunt you pulled the other day, walking out of class – not cool.” She was glaring now. Malia had a flashback to what it would be like in the forest. “It caused that stupid teacher to walk out of her class to find you, and she caught me skipping her class, among other things.” She didn't care for rumours that ran around school, but if Malia heard right then Stephanie was caught smoking pot on school grounds. “That wasn't my fault. I had somewhere to be, not my fault you messed up.” Malia shrugged, and attempted to walk off. “You're a slut Malia. Everyone knows it!” Stephanie was shouting a little too loudly, knowing it would get the attention of the entire hallway. “I bet you and Stiles aren't as close as you pretend to be. Just fuck buddies, like you are with Scott McCall, Liam, I even heard Lydia got a piece of the freak you are.” Malia's hands slowly turned into fists as she stopped when Stephanie mentioned Stiles. “But I wouldn't be so upset, because non of them love you. Not even Stiles. I heard you're just his rebound from Lydia.” Stephanie was desperate to get a reaction out of Malia, she wanted her to feel the same amount of shame and embarrassment she felt when she got caught skipping class.

Malia couldn't help herself. She turned around to face Stephanie, and in a few quick steps she was in front of her, and she wanted to wrap her hands around her neck, but a crowd formed around them, so Malia breathed for a second and pushed her out of the way before running out of school.

Stiles was the first to find her. He heard from the buzz around school what had happened, and knew where Malia would be. “Hey,” Stiles was cautious, not wanting to upset Malia any more than she already was.

She didn't respond, and was still in her position of burying her head in her knees as she sat still.

“Don't listen to Stephanie Jones. She's just a pothead who's a giant bitch.”

“Are we boyfriend and girlfriend?” Malia asked.

By that point Stiles was next to her, sitting on the ground infront of the old car. “I-I don't know.”

The words of Stephanie were running around in her head, and she wanted to cry. She didn't like this pain or attachment she had found herself with, but she liked Stiles. It was more than like. For Stiles he was just confused, he had never had a proper girlfriend before, and he didn't want to mess up what he had with Malia. “I want to be,” He said after a few agonizing seconds. “I mean if you want to be that is. I don't want to rush you.”

“Of course I want too!” Malia was excited. Still angry, but excited. “But I'm more than a rebound, right?” “Yes – Yes. You're more than a rebound. I never liked anyone the way I like you.” “Really? What about...” “I thought I loved her okay, but then you came along and showed me what love is.”

Stiles didn't even realize what he said before the words left his mouth. “You love me?”

“Can we go back to mine?” Stiles asked.

After arriving at the Stillinski home, Malia took a shower and managed to calm down a lot by that time. The couple had a serious conversation about where their relationship was going. “You gotta promise me you won't let anyone like Stephanie Jones get to you? She has no idea what I feel.” “I know...” She almost sighed. “I just wish I could rip her face open.” Stiles gave her a look, before she apologized and they went back to watching Mamma Mia, surprisingly Malia is a huge fan of romantic movies, and that was just perfect in his books.

When the sheriff came home, Stiles and Malia were in his room and he decided he'd take a late shower, which left Malia downstairs alone with the Sheriff since she had nothing else to do.

“So how's everything?” He asked. “Fine. I mean schools tough, but Stiles is helping with that.” “That's good. How's your dad?” “Okay I guess. He gets upset over my mom and sister a lot.” She shrugged, but on the inside she felt a lot of pain for her dad. He's a kind man, who had a family ripped away from him so cruelly, and it was all her fault. That was apart of the reason she didn't go home as much.

“Hmm, okay.” The Sheriff was quiet for a moment, before offering Malia a glass of water. “I know things have been... tough.” That was putting it a bit lightly. “I mean I'm still trying to get my head wrapped around the whole thing.” “You have nothing to be worried about. Stiles was my first, even when I was a coyote I never-” “I mean that with all of you being supernatural creatures and loads of people trying to kill you.” “Oh.” Malia never even thought of that.

“You're both using protection, right?” “Yes.” She nodded, with a proud little smile since it was her idea in the first place.